We become part of nature, 
part of sunflowers & leafy stature.
By the running brook, quiet creek,
Like snowflakes on jagged peaks.

By sunny beaches, which the horizon reaches,
In wispy woods & pristine beeches.
Below the dark, cold depths of the ocean,
Which moon tides draw in motion.

Tis where my soul would go,
For solitude, no friend, no foe.

megan_parson

Where do we go when we die?

Long dead the body rot, rats and worms lay cliam to the ***
Vultures feast and scavengers howl
Teeth and claw tare bone and bowel
Body reverts to dust once more
We sleep in graves made of la mort.